In addition to the one hundred silver knights who had settled in the guardian of the Holy Monastery earlier, under the light of the torches in the corridor of the Holy Monastery, a large number of monk-like characters wearing red robes and holding golden scepters appeared in the rainy night, outside the temple of praying for the temple.

Almost all the monks showed their bare arms and round heads. Only one of them pulled up their red shirt and hoods and walked through the crowd. The monks gave way to him until he came outside the gate of the prayer temple, walked to Bishop Aisha, and half-kneeled down.

"Biography of Aisia, I am Duoli, the deputy general of the Red Shirt Army. I am the will of Archbishop Drew and the Prophet Estil, and brought the 30,000 Red Shirt Army troops to rescue him. At the same time, I also brought the illusion of Lord Estil, so as to do my best to help you and Prophet Serra resist the thieves." As the visitor said, he held a white crystal floating in his palm with both hands.

"I finally hope for you!" Aisha's voice trembled a little. She said loudly, "Hurry! Go and help the Prophet Sulla! She fought with the rebellious Prophet Nine Tails at the top of the Star Tower. It's been a while since she was grateful to Archbishop Drew and Prophet Estil for your quick support, and you have the confidence to win." As she said that, Bishop Aisha retreated to one side and gave up the palace gate.

Tuoli nodded solemnly to Bishop Aishia, holding the rotating white crystal, and walked into the prayer temple. The nuns in the temple had stopped praying and retreated to both sides, allowing the red-shirted deputy general to walk smoothly to the hall.

Bishop Aisha followed, stepped into the center of the hall, stood facing Tuli, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Tu Li just nodded, and Bishop Acia could not wait to wave his hand at the big man in a red shirt and the crystal he held, and with the white light rising along the stone patterns under his feet, disappeared from everyone's sight in a second.

Although he had moved instantly when he followed Bishop Aisia to enter the mirror trial earlier, Nolan was surprised to see others being magically transferred like this. When she came to her senses, she immediately confirmed loudly to Bishop Aisia: "Sir, have you sent him to the Star Tower?"

"Yes, the things he has on him are the only items that can help Prophet Sulla at present."

Despite the bishop's words, it still failed to alleviate Nolan's anxiety and panic. She still said incoherently: "You mean... Is Lord Sulla safe? Then what else can we do now?"

"Pray." Bishop Aisia's face returned to its usual calmness.

"Pray again?" Nolan couldn't help but hold his head with a painful expression on his face, "If prayer is useful, what are you going to do when you learn those combat skills?"

"When your combat skills cannot play a role, you can only pray." Asia said, raising her hand to everyone and signaled her. His noble nuns immediately knelt down and began to pray...

Nolan felt helpless, but he could not helpless. He stared at Bishop Acia with a grievance for a long time, but could not get any advice, so he had to kneel down silently and join the ranks of prayer-

Time was chaotic in the sound of prayer. Nolan kept chanting prayers, but his eyes were uncontrollably aiming towards the star tower through the window. Since the violent explosion, there was no violent movement on the top of the star tower, which made her more worried...

Time passed without realizing it. The sky in the rainstorm was always dark clouds, and lightning was mixed with lightning. I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, but I felt that there was no sun. Until Bernis couldn't help but pat Nolan on the shoulder, reminding her that the day and night had passed and it was time to go back to the hotel to have a meal and take a break, Nolan realized that time passed faster than she thought, and the unresponsive Star Tower made people even more suspicious and worried.
Chapter completed!